A/N: This is a bit weirder of a chapter this time. I don't quite know why.
Disclamier: I own nothing in this story, like always. I wish I did, I wouldn't mind owning a few of them, but I don't.
*With John and Randy at the hospital*
Randy looked over at John. He hoped John would understand that he had just told a giant lie to save heart break for both Wade, but mostly, John. John was passed out on his hospital bed, snoring slightly and looking more peaceful then he had in months. Randy sighed and got up.
"I hope you understand and forgive me for this in the long run." Randy mumbled ask he walked over to the window to look out at the city. Just then the doctor walked in.
"Has he woken up yet?" The doctor asked as he shut John's door again.
"No sir, he has been out like a light since the nurses moved him out of ER to a private room." Randy replied.
"May I ask of what relation to him you are?" The doctor asked as he looked at John's charts.
"I'm his best friend." Randy replied as he moved to sit in the chair by the window.
"Does he have any immediate family around here?" The doctor asked as he put the charts back in their holder.
"Closest person would his boyfriend, but they are rather rocky at the moment." Randy replied as he looked at the ground awkwardly.
"I see, then you are the next best thing. Mr. Cena here will probably be out for at least another day, we had to sedate him after he woke up while down in ER for his own good. But he might slip into a coma, the alcohol he was consuming was some of the most dangerous we have ever had to deal with. Our doctors are doing some tests but currently we think that if had taken one more sip of his drink, he might not even be here right now." The doctor said as he checked over John's monitors and IVs.
"So are there any side effects that I should be on the look out for once he wakes up?" Randy asked.
"We aren't sure, but prepare for memory loss and probably a lot of fatigue. Good day, I will check back later to see if there has been any progress." The doctor said as he opened the door and left. Randy pulled out his phone and dialed the first number he knew he needed to.
"Hey babe, what's up?" The cheery voice of Evan Bourne sounded in Randy's ear. Randy let out a content sigh.
"A lot, Ev. A lot. Basically to put it super simply, I need you to come to Seattle. I am currently stuck at the hospital with John who may very well be in a coma. And I think John will be pissed once he learns of what I did." Randy rambled as he put his free hand over his eyes.
"What did you do this time?" Evan asked. Evan got up from his spot on his couch at home and made a note to call his physical therapist.
"I made up a lie. Wade called and wanted to come and apologize to John, but I told him that I had to ask John if he wanted to see him, so I made it seem like I actually asked John when in reality John was passed out. And I told Wade that John didn't want to see him and hung up really fast." Randy explained in two breaths.
"Randy! This is why you get into trouble a lot, you do things you think will help when they end up not in the long run." Evan said. Randy could hear the crisp smack of hand against forehead.
"Can you just work on coming out here? I can't do this by myself anymore." Randy nearly whispered the last part.
"I'll hop on the next flight out. I just have to talk to my Physical Therapist first and then I'll drive straight to the airport." Evan said. Randy could already hear the sound of a suitcase being unzipped and having items thrown into it haphazardly.
"Thank you. See you when you get here. I love you, Evan. Bye." Randy said into the phone.
"I love you too, Randy. See you later." Evan said and the call disconnected. Randy put his phone back in his pocket and sighed. He needed a nap, so he decided to take one.
Wade's phone had dropped to the floor only moments before the man himself was crumpled into a ball right beside it. Wade was heart broken, John didn't want to see him and hear his apology. Wade felt the first tear run down his cheek before he even knew they had been building up.
"This makes no sense to me at all, why wouldn't John want to see me? Especially when I was going to apologize. This doesn't make sense." Wade mumbled between sobs as the tears came down his face in a steady stream now. He didn't even realize he was wailing until he heard a clicking from his door.
Justin had been walking down the hall of the floor to go down to the lobby to see what room was Wade's. He had been almost halfway there when he was stopped by loud wailings coming from a door on his right. He put his ear close to the door to confirm that if came from this room. He heard shakey mumbles and knew that there was someone in the room that needed help.
"Well, Wade's going to have to wait. This is somebody from the company, a guy I believe, who is in a lot of pain or something, I gotta try to help somehow." Justin murmured to himself as he looked and saw the house keeping cart and saw what he needed, the master key card. He rushed over and grabbed it really quick. He unlocked the door and threw the catch out so he could return the key card and then go check up on whoever was bawling in that room. He placed the key card back on the cart and looked around real quick, the hallway was empty except for himself and the cart, which surprised him. He rushed back to the room and opened the door. He put the catch back where it belonged and slowly crept into the room. He was shocked when he saw who was crumpled in a ball on the floor.
Wade had heard his door open and had thought it was just house keeping or something. His head was tilted so he could see whoever walked in from his ball on the floor.
"Justin?!" Wade asked quietly and hoarsely as he saw the South African enter his room cautiously. Justin must not have heard because he kept creeping inwards until he saw Wade on the floor.
"Oh my god. Wade, why are you curled up in a ball on the floor? And why did I hear wailing coming from in here?" Justin said as he knelt down beside Wade.
"I had called Randy to see what hospital John was at so I could apologize about my actions earlier, but apparently John doesn't want to see me. Randy told me that and immediately hung up on me. After the realization hit me, I dropped my phone, crumpled to the ground and starting crying. Apparently somewhere in there I started bawling and wailing." Wade explained as he sniffled and rubbed at his eyes.
"Awe, I'm sure John wants to see you, maybe Randy is just being protective, again. John always wants to see you, always has and always will. He literally could not shut up about being anxious for your return. He kept telling me that he was planning something big for you guys but he wouldn't say what." Justin said as he pulled Wade into an awkward sitting hug and comforted the still very upset brit. Wade looked at Justin for a moment, letting what he was just told sink in.
"So you're telling me that John was planning something big for myself and him?" Wade asked as he let himself be engulfed by the sincere South African.
"Yeah, he had been planning this ever since he got back after he visited you the last time. He had told me to not tell you anything because he wanted to surprise you with it. But I guess that plan is outta the window now." Justin said as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Well then. That makes me feel a bit better but yet worse at the same time. Better because I know why he hadn't spoken to me, well kinda. And worse because I blew up at him for what keeps becoming a stupid and insignificant matter. Fuck." Wade said as he finally unfurled himself from his ball. He slowly stood up. Justin looked up at him for a moment and then stood up as well.
"So, do you want to find out what hospital John is at?" Justin asked and grabbed his phone out of his shorts pocket.
"How?" Wade asked. The only person that knew what hospital John was at was very angry with him at the moment for almost no reason at all.
"Evan. Knowing Randy he has already called Evan at least four or five times. Evan will know what hospital." Justin said as he dialed the number of one of his best friends. He waited for a moment while it rang.
"Hello?" The extremely cheery voice of Evan Bourne floated over the connection. It was so quiet in the room that Wade could have sworn that he could hear Evan breathing on the other end of the line.
"Hey Ev. We've got a question for you. What hospital is John at?" Justin said over the connection before putting his phone on speaker.
"We as in who?" Evan asked suspiciously. Justin rolled his eyes, Evan was just as protective, if not worse, as Randy.
"We as in Wade and myself. So can you help us?" Justin asked a little impatiently.
"Randy wouldn't tell you?" Evan questioned. It was Wade's turn to roll his eyes.
"Nope and that is why we asked you?" Wade said as he looked at the phone with a look of almost regret.
"Oh, well, you know what, I'm actually on my way to go see Randy, seeing as he asked me to come up, I can pick you guys up. What hotel are you staying at?" Evan asked. He had landed about 10 minutes ago and had just finally gotten out off baggage claim and was on his way to car rental.
"We are at the Westin. It's basically in the middle of the city." Justin said.
"Give me about 20 minutes and I'll be there, most likely with a driver of some form, seeing as I hate driving in this city. So be in the Lobby waiting." Evan said as he walked to the car that was waiting for him. Well it was more like an SUV. He told the driver the destination and was on his way.
"Thanks Evan. I owe you one, big time. See you in a few." Wade said.
"Yeah. Thanks Ev, see you." Justin said and hung up. He looked at Wade for a moment.
"Don't give me that look. Let's head down to the lobby." Wade said as he grabbed his phone from the floor. He grabbed his key card off the night stand and made his way out the door. Justin shook his head for a moment, pocketed his phone, and followed Wade out the door.
Randy woke up to a groaning sound across the room. His eyes flew open and he nearly jumped out of his chair.
"Where am I?" John asked as he finally regained consciousness.
"John! You're awake!" Randy said as he went over to John's hospital bed.
"Randy? What am I doing here?" John asked looking confusedly around the room.
"Better thing to ask is, what is the thing you remember?" Randy asked. John thought for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his door opening and a small group of people walking in.
Evan's driver was pulling up in front out the Westin exactly 15 minutes later. Wade and Justin had been standing outside waiting. Once the SUV had come to a full stop Wade and Justin were already flinging the doors open and jumping in.
"Long time, no see, Evan." Justin said as he got settled into his seat.
"It has been a while guys." Evan said with his beaming smile.
"I cannot thank you enough for this right now, Evan. This means the world to me." Wade said in the most sincere tone that Evan had ever heard him speak in.
"No problem, Wade. It's the least I can do after Randy was such a dick to you." Evan said, smile never faltering.
"So, how's the foot doing?" Justin asked, to keep the silenced out of the car as they made the short, yet long, journey to the hospital.
"It's healing wonderfully, actually. I am expecting to be back in the ring by the new year. I've got a bit of work to do so that when I do a spinning kick, my foot doesn't shoot full of pain. Once that stops, I'll be back and working my ass off for some titles." Evan said as the hospital came into view.
"That's great, as you can probably tell, I've been working at getting myself a title but somebody higher up doesn't want to put one around my waist just yet." Justin said.
"I'm having that same issue, Justin. They have loved me since I came back but they won't put a title around my waist like everyone wants to see." Wade said as the driver pulled into the front drive and let them out.
"Just go find a parking spot, I'll come find you when we are ready to leave." Evan told the driver as the three of them headed inside. They walked up to the front desk.
"How may I be of assistance to you today?" The young woman behind the desk asked.
"Um, yes we are looking for John Cena's room." Evan said. The woman behind the desk examined the three men in front of her.
"He is in room 815. It's not hard to get there. Just take the elevator up and go down the hall and turn to you left, his door will be the third on your right." The woman behind the desk said as she looked down at a clip board in front of her.
"Thank you, ma'am." Justin said as he followed Evan who had went to go catch up to Wade who had split the second he heard what room John was in. Justin was able to make it into the elevator right before the doors closed. Wade had already pushed the button for the eighth floor and was nervously shifting from foot to foot in the corner.
"It's going to be fine Wade, just calm down. This elevator won't move faster just because you are bouncing. Just take your time walking there. If I know how Randy is at this moment, if you walk in there first, you will probably be in ER before you can even look at John." Evan said as the elevator slowly ascended towards the eighth floor.
"You have a point Ev, its just that I'm so anxious to see him that I don't know how I'll contain myself." Wade said as he continued to shift from foot to foot.
"Let me walk in first, so Randy will be generally calmer, then let Justin follow, seeing as Randy knows how great of friends we are, and then you bring up the back so if needed we can jump between the two of you." Evan said as they stepped out of the elevator.
"I guess." Wade replied, not really paying attention, just following the other two towards John's room.
"Are you sure you want to go in and face this?" Justin asked as they stood outside John's room for a moment.
"I need to go through with this. I have to make this right otherwise things may never be right again." Wade said. He took a deep breath, looked up from the floor, and set his face to a neutral expression.
"Okay, if you say so." Evan said as he gently opened the door and entered the room. Justin and Wade followed after as planned.
"Evan! I missed-" Randy started before he saw who was standing behind Evan. "What are they doing here?" He nearly snarled.
"What's going on here?" John asked clueless from his hospital bed. Wade looked at him and nearly broke down. John was obviously out of the loop and looked at him with a look of not only confusion but also something that he couldn't quite name.
"John, You're awake." Evan said, realizing that the inevitable was about to happen. Randy turned to him, seething. Evan nearly cowered back to behind Wade and Justin but didn't. Justin was already hiding in the corner and Wade was stuck staring at John. Randy was looking between Evan, Wade, and John with a look that could have killed.
"Randy, calm down, I have no clue what you are so furious about but just calm down." John said, never breaking his gaze with Wade.
"Calm down, John? I will not calm down, I had tried to keep him from coming here and causing issues but apparently that isn't going to happen." Randy snarled. Wade, Justin, and John's jaws dropped at that.
"WHAT?! You told that John had said he didn't want to see me. Now you're saying that you made that up?! Was he even awake when I had called?!" Wade nearly shouted. Evan flinched. Randy stepped forward and glared at Wade harder.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" John shouted. It was now Randy's turn to flinch. He stopped glaring at Wade to turn to John with a sheepish look. He nodded with an awkward smile on his face while scratching the back of his head. John's face read pure anger.